Riding the Air,To My Lady Fair....
As I gallup my steed
amongst towering elm and snowy birch
jump hurdle like equestrian
over fallen cedar and trickleling brook
in urgency I ride return
bursts of wind the sod does fly
'neath thundering hoofs from spurred flanks
my hard charger senses my determination
My lady fair,why do I think of you so
why does yesterday crowd my mind
my heart does so ache with expectation
I ride blood rushing madly
oblivious of such dangerous travel
thoughts of you like vision mirage
dangling in front of me
the faster I ride,the faster you run
my head lowered on windblown mane
behind the snorting steam of steed....
I ride my lady...my fair maiden
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